Saturday's last market day was good- events unfolded so that it was bitter-sweet, more sweet than anything else. My instincts that it was time to go were validated- friends were sad but happy to see me embarking on a new chapter. Now- to begin that new chapter? What shall I do?
I'm listening to myself, to my customers, to new opportunities that come knocking. I'm revising my plans and my expectations of myself. One large revision is throwing away expectations of perfection. I'm embracing wabi-sabi- all of my work shows my hand. There is a flaw in every piece because I am a human, flawed, wonderfully imperfect. And I'm getting to the point where I'm ok with that. I'm not going to kill myself trying to make work that looks like it rolled off a factory line somewhere and should be sitting at (name your favorite large kitchen-ware retailer)__________. Stopping that right here. Happily.
I have shelves full of work to be fired upstairs and am waiting until it is just a *little* cooler before I fire again. We've had 2 weeks of 100+ heat indices and actual temps of 95+. I think most of the country has. I'm in no hurry. It's summer. It's the south. We move slowly for a reason (but we're thinking fast, don't let our pace or drawl fool you!).
Ok. all done. Y'all have a nice weekend.